Spark (Heat #2)(15)

My stomach drops. "His niece? What's happening with her?"

He tugs his phone from the front pocket of his trousers. "She stumbled over her own feet this morning and hit her head on a wooden chair. My wife was working in the ER when Kayla and Tyler took her in."

"Oh no," I wince. "How is she now?"

"Emerson is good. When she saw her dad's face she stopped crying."

I know her dad is a doctor. I heard Kayla telling Tyler that her husband, Ben, would have a look at his hand after he scorched it on the door handle at Nova. I didn't know that Hunter's wife worked with Tyler's brother-in-law. "I'm glad. Your wife works at the hospital too?"

"Dr. Reynolds," he says proudly. "My wife Sadie is a doctor."

I smile at the expression on his face. There's little doubt that he's in love. I can only hope that one day a man will look that in love when he says my name.





CHAPTER 13


"Cadence Sutton." Tyler cups my face in his hands. "What have I ever done to deserve you?"

Taking a deep breath, I answer. "You cooked me the most succulent roast chicken that I'll ever taste in my life. There's not a woman alive who wouldn't give you anything you want after a meal like that."

"Jesus." He exhales harshly. "I think there's a chance I might get laid tonight."

"I'd say it's a very good chance, Chef."

"What are you wearing under that dress?" His eyes fall to the red halter dress I'm wearing. I'd gone home after my appearance on the morning show. Tyler called me just as I stepped out of the shower to invite me to have dinner with him. I accepted immediately. I've missed being with him. The past week he's been devoted to working on Nova's rebuild and that has meant no time for the two of us.

"If dessert is as impressive as dinner was, I'll show you later."

His lips press against my cheek. "What if I told you that I didn’t make dessert?"

Out of the corner of my eye, I spot a pink pastry box. I know the logo on the top. It's from Dobb's bakery in Brooklyn. It's a small place, outside the scrutiny of New Yorkers who think that any food worth eating is in Manhattan. I've never tasted a chocolate cake as delicious as the one made at Dobb's.

"I'd tell you that I'm angry that you didn't share whatever was in that box from Dobb's with me."

"I didn't hide that box?" His eyes stay trained on my face.

My hands drop to my hips. "It's in full view. My mouth is already watering just looking at it."

"I know the feeling." He reaches to brush his fingers against my bare shoulder. "I've wanted a taste since you walked in. Don’t make me wait a minute longer."

I don't. I reach back to pull on the tie at the base of my neck so the dress slides off my body.

***

"Tyler," I gasp as he bites my nipple.

"When you move like that, I can't control it." He circles his hips, his cock plunging deeper inside me. "I don't want to come yet. You have to slow down."

I can't. We were both desperate for one another even before we made it to his bedroom. The trail of our clothing that litters the hallway is testament to that. I'd yanked on the hem of his T-shirt before he reluctantly broke our kiss so he could tug it over his head. My hands had already fallen to the zipper on his jeans by then.

My panties were lost in the frenzy. He'd fisted them after he cupped my ass cheek, ripping them from me. I groaned at the snap of the fabric against my skin before it gave way to the force.

He hissed when I took the condom from him and sheathed his thick cock myself. I ran my hands over the length before I angled myself on top of him. I pressed the thick crest to my *, moaning when I lowered myself onto him. The pain was pure pleasure, the sensation of being torn apart too delicious to make me stop.

I rode him shamelessly, my fingers focused on my furled nipples, my head thrown back in ecstasy as he chanted my name over and over with each upward thrust of his hips.

He took advantage when I slowed, flipping us over effortlessly with his cock still inside me.

"It's too good," I pant out in shallow breaths. "You're so f*cking good."

His mouth slides over mine, his teeth claiming my bottom lip as he pumps into me. I purr from the pain in my lip and the exquisite ache in my core that's building, rushing to the surface.

I don't have to tell him I'm close, he can sense it. I know by his body. His thrusts slow to an easy rhythm, his cock almost sliding out before he pushes deep. Each withdraw draws a whimper, every plunge a moan.

"Cadence," he whispers. "Baby, come. Let me hear it."

I climax from it all, his perfect cock inside of me, the seductive sound of his voice and the sight of his face as his lips part when his own release consumes him.





CHAPTER 14


I offer the tablet to him. "You should take this back, Chef."

He steps closer, his gaze on my face. "Nothing has changed since I gave that to you."

"I thought you might want it back."

"Why?" he asks incredulously. "Has something changed between us?"

Yes. My heart is opening and it's scaring the hell out of me, Chef.